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Father, blessed Father, |
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It's morning again. |
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I give you, Father, myself, Father, |
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Continue Your plan. |
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I know together we can climb mountains in the sky. |
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No one can stop us when I'm standing by your side. |
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Trouble's knocking here again; |
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I'll tell him Jesus has me by His hand. |
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He'll walk me through. |
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Father, loving Father, |
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Create in me |
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A pure love, Father, your love, Father, |
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Instill it in me. |
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I remember the nights I've cried for you; |
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Now I only have to die for you; |
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Thank you, Lord, you've made it clear just for me. |
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I see the light; |
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It's burning out the night. |
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Oh, Father, |
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It's morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
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Morning. |
